Air: How....How does one LET GO of a fandom?

Nightflyer: You don't.

Air: But.... But my friend did....

Nightflyer: No he didn't.

Air: He's really trying....

Nightflyer: Ain't gonna work.

Air: HE WON'T WATCH SEASON 14, AND IT'S MURDERING ME. HE SAYS I NEED TO LET GO.

Nightflyer: How dare he.

Air: I CAN'T LET GO. 

Nightflyer: THAT'S LIKE TELLING ME TO LET GO OF "DID YOU PUT YOUR NAME IN THE GOBLET OF FIYAH?!!?!?!?" Dumbledore asked CALMLY.  NEVER GONNA HAPPEN.

Air: ONE DOES NOT SIMPLY LET GO OF A FANDOM.

Nightlfyer: I mean, you can lose interest, but deep down, you're still apart of its family.

Air: *screeches*

*players appear*

Joy: So, I was told there'd be more torture involved today, but nobody told me to bring a weapon, sooooo

Joy: I just brought her. *points at Maze from Lucifer*

Maze: Sup.

Joy: She'll pretty much cover it.

Seashell: Too bad we're going for EMOTIONAL torture today.

Kelp: What the hell is it with you and emotional torture?

Seashell: *shrugs*

Glory: Emotional torture. Wonderful. What, do we all have to murder our significant others or something?

Rainkeeper: PLEASE, does this look like a YA Dystopian novel?

Seashell: I cant tell if that's a shot at Divergent, The Hunger Games, or Maze Runner.

Rainkeeper: Depends on if you ship Newtmas.

Nightflyer: Okay, Air's pretty much bursting at the seams, can she take over now?

Joy: Sure, although I don't know how Air is going to inflict emotional trauma on someone.

Air: Ha. HA. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA.

Clay: now I'm a little scared.

Qibli: Welcome to Truth or Dare. We're all always a little scared.

Deathbringer: I'm not scared. I'm never scared.

Glory: There's a scavenger behind you.

Deathbringer: *screams bloody murder*

Deathbringer:........

Glory:......*smirks*

Deathbringer: SHUT UP.

Glory: I didn't say anything.

Air: *drops several copies of a book on a table*

Air: LISTEN UP FUCKERS.

Peril: *gasps* HER FIRST SWEAR!

Peril: I'm so proud.

Clay: I'm traumatized already, can we go home now?

Air: NO. *slaps him*

Rainkeeper: What happened to Air?

Joy: Oh, she told me she wanted to make them understand the severity of the dare, so I gave her some drill sergeant training.

Rainkeeper: Oh.

Air: TODAY, YOU INSUFFERABLE, POOR poor dragons, OH MY MOONS, I'M SO FREAKING SORRY FOR EVERYTHING WE'RE ABOUT TO PUT YOU THROUGH, CLAY I'M SORRY, I- *starts crying*

Joy:......

Joy: She's not exactly cut out for drill sergeant mode.

Nightflyer: Oh thank the moons.

Sunny: Now I'm more scared.

Nightflyer: Long story short, you'll all be sitting here and reading the SADDEST FUCKING STORY KNOWN TO MAN AND DRAGONKIND.

Air: Twist and Shout.

Winter: Isn't that a song?

Seashell: Yeah, I love that song! Oh shake it up baby,

Air: Peril, could you?

Peril: *sets Seashell on fire*

Seashell: Twist and ShAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!

Air: Thank you.

Kinkajou: It can't be THAT sad. I mean, I've watched Hachi, and I don't think it gets worse than that.

Air: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA- Just read it.

*players start reading*

Nightflyer: And dear readers? DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME.

Air: DON'T. FUCKING. READ. IT.

Joy: See, telling them that only makes them want to read it more.

Air: *grabs reader and shakes them*

Air: DON'T. DO. IT. LITERALLY EVERY TIME SOMEONE ASKS, I TELL THEM NOT TO, AND WHAT DO YOU IDIOTS DO? YOU READ IT! AND YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENS? IT DESTROYS YOU AND I'M LEFT TO TELL YOU THAT IT'S GONNA BE OKAY!!!!

Nightflyer: Air-

Air: WELL GUESS WHAT? IT'S NOT OKAY!!!!!!! NOTHING IS OKAY!!!!

Nightflyer: Okay, it's detox time for you.

Air: *crying* Don't READ IT. DON'T. PLEASE DON'T. I'M TRYING TO SPARE YOU HAPPY HUMANS, DON'T DESTROY YOUR HAPPINESS! 

Nightflyer: *wraps Air in a blanket*

Air: What are you doing?

Nightflyer: I was told you were not to suffer while they read it, so here's some noise cancelling headphones to block out their pained tears, and here's a pile of Fluffy, happy Destiel fics to keep you occupied while everybody else dies. Let me know if you want snacks.

Air:..........

Air: My moons, you're the best freaking boyfriend EVER.

Nightflyer: I know.

Players: *reading*

Glory: Wait-

Starflight: NO.

Glory: wAIT. 

Clay: How are you guys freaking out already? I'm only on Chapter one.

Starflight: NO!

Sunny: Awww, they're so cute together!

Peril: Why is this sad? Sure, they have to hide their relationship, but they're happy!

Winter: Elvis.... Wait, is this why all Elvis songs are banned from T or D?

Rainkeeper: Yep.

Nightflyer: Well, just the two this book talks about.

Sunny: Wait. 

Sunny: 

Glory: OH MY MOONS.

Deathbringer: What? I'm at a motorcycle race, this is fun.

Glory: OH NO. NO NO NONO.

Deathbringer: What? You okay?

Glory: IT'S THE MILK.

Deathbringer: What?

Glory: OH MOONS.

Nightflyer: It gets worse.

Glory: HOW CAN IT GET WORSE?

Moon: FUCK.

Qibli: RIP ADAM.

Winter: Who?

Umber: Ohhhhhh myyyy mooooonssss.

Umber: I UNDERSTAND, DEAN.

Umber: THE GAY PTSD MAN. HE IS MY SPIRIT ANIMAL. 

Umber: I ACKNOWLEDGE YOUR PAIN.

Umber: *screeches*

Clay: Still have no idea what you're all talking about.

Peril: What chapter are you on?

Clay: One.

Peril: Oh, honey, no.

Glory: *crying*

Starflight: WHO THE FUCK WOULD RIGHT THIS?!?!

Fatespeaker: It is beautifully written though, I give the author a lot of credit.

Carnelian: I relate to Adam WAAAAAAY too much. 

Turtle: WAit FUCK. 

Kinkajou: Ohhhhhh it hurts. TURTLE, IT HURTS.

Turtle: IT WASN'T SUPPOSED TO GO THIS WAY, NO.

Glory: Oh moons.

Deathbringer: YOU NEED TO MOVE ON DEAN, GET YO MAN BACK!

Glory: Oh three moons, DEATHBRINGER YOU HAVE NO IDEA.

Tsunami: Oh hey Riptide, look! They're at the beach!

Riptide:....*wails*

Qibli: STOP ME. 

Moon: It's so good...

Qibli: NO, NO NO. EVERYTHING IS GOOD RIGHT NOW, SOMEONE PHYSICALLY BURN THIS THING OUT OF MY HANDS, I NEED IT TO STOP.

Peril: Gladly. *burns Qibli's copy*

Qibli:........

Qibli: FUCK, I NEED TO FINISH IT *tackles Winter and wrestles him for a copy*

Winter: BUG OFF QIBLI, IT'S MINE!

Qibli: JUST LET ME READ OVER YOUR SHOULDER!

Winter: No!

Qibli: Why?

Winter: Go read over Moon's shoulder, you ARE dating her!

Moon: *waves* You can have my copy Qibli.

Qibli:........

Qibli: Yeaaaah, but I like you better.

Winter: Of for crying out loud-

Qibli: *sits in Winter's lap*

Qibli: READ TO ME WINNIE!

Winter: You are such an immature-

Glory: I SWEAR TO THE THREE MOONS, YOU READ ONE WORD OF THAT OUT LOUD, I'LL FUCKING END YOU.

Deathbringer:........

Deathbringer: You should really threaten people more.

Glory: SHUT THE FUCK UP, THIS IS NOT OKAY.

Carnelian: It's just a-

Sunny: SHUT THE FRONT DOOR.

Glory: SCREW YOU CARNELIAN, YOU'RE ONLY ON CHAPTER 5, YOU KNOW NOTHING.

Starflight: Wait- WAIT NO.

Glory: Starflight?

Starflight: I DON'T WANT TO GO BACK TO THE BEACH ANYMORE. NO!

Glory: *sobs*

All: *sobbing, crying, screaming, dying*

Air: *calmly reading fluffy fics with fourth wall breaking Michifer, because nothing is more calming than Michifer's sass*

Air: *can't hear them because her headphones are blasting Imagine Dragons*

Air: *blissfully happy*

Everyone Else: *freaking the fuck out, all hell having been broken loose*

Deathbringer: *trying so hard not to cry*

Glory: *Not even trying anymore, full on bawling on Deathbringer's shoulder*

Umber: THIS! THIS IS WHY YOU NEED TO HELP PEOPLE WITH PTSD! SO THAT THEY DON'T BREAK UP WITH THEIR LOVER AND WATCH THEM GET SICK AND DIE! *screams*

Carnelian: MY HEART!

Sunny: *slowly closes book*

Sunny: Fuck. You. ALL.

Peril: *starts burning the rest of the copies*

Peril: *crying* IF I KILL THE BOOK, IT CAN'T HURT ME ANYMORE.

Riptide: I- I can't go back to the ocean anymore.

Tsunami: None of us can.

Kinkajou: I LEARNED HOW TO READ FOR THIS?!!?!?! THIS IS THE REWARD I GET FOR LEARNING!??!!?!?!? 

Turtle: *wiping off his tears* This is the most beautiful piece of pain ever. 

Nightflyer: Accurate. 

Clay: *Finally on chapter two, still completely oblivious*

Fatespeaker: WE SHOULD HAVE A FUNERAL FOR HIM.

Starflight: but-

Fatespeaker: WE'RE HAVING A FUNERAL FOR THEM, DAMMIT.

Starflight: Okay.

Players/Hosts: *goes, has funeral, goes home to recover and sob more*

Clay: *stays behind, keeps reading*

*Three weeks later*

Clay: Wait a minute.

Clay: WAIT NO.